Chapter 16

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The blanket had originally belonged to my grandmother, Nana, but when she passed away we went to her house and got a lot of her stuff. Chairs, couches, fire place tools , lamps, a deep freezer cooler, bed sets, televisions, and this blanket. Sometimes I wonder if we were even supposed to get any of the stuff. The house was left to Momma's brother. I wonder if she called and asked him if she could get anything. Of course she called. That's what you're supposed to do. She wouldn't steal from her brother. Right?

Momma's mumbling brought me back from my thoughts. Instinctively, I go to her and throw the blanket over her to make her more comfortable. I look at the plate that she had been eating on and realized that came from Nana's house. It's a really nice plate that had a blue design on it. The plate is a little damaged with a chip out of the rim. Looking next to it, I notice that the glass Momma is using is the same one from Nana's house as well as the coffee table. The coffee table, a black chest we use as a coffee table came from her house.

I glance around the room looking for everything that came from Nana's. There are two chairs. They both have various stains and cigarette burns in them from several months of use. The purple cloth already looks a little faded. It could have been from the smoke. I continue to look around the room and there are various nick knack decorations around that room that also came from her house.

Then the thought crosses my mind. Why would Uncle Paul let Momma take all of this stuff? It is stained, chipped, faded, and worn out. We have only had this stuff a few months and look at it. But why did he let them clean out her house so much? I bet Nana's house looks a little empty. It is a large two story house but still there is so much furniture here.

Matt burst into a fit of laughter pulling me from my thoughts. He was laughing at something funny on television. He starts coughing. I assume from years of smoking. Ironically, he has a cigarette in his hand.

A wave of exhaustion comes over me so I decide to put myself to bed. Matt glances up at me then back to the television, but he doesn't say anything. In my room, I plop onto my bed. I just lay there until I finally fall asleep. 

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